Into the west.. Dreaming of the Pacific.
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
Better to know some kind of feeling my Poet friend than to die with whiskey and alone. Old Poet smiled. Brought the beauty near. Kissed her lips and told her. The liar prayer… Continue reading
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad. Silence.. Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight old… Continue reading